Chapter 405
He picked up the nearby bottle of wine and took a sip.
He had always been rational. Rationally, he stayed by Nina’s side, and rationally he maintained their friendship. Even admitting his feelings for her came under the influence of alcohol, using it as a means to express his inner turmoil.
But he could not go any further. He knew Nina liked Nash. He did not want to burden her, yet he wanted to give her enough respect. He never had the same courage as Nash. Perhaps only the one being loved could be fearless. He envied Nash, being able to have Nina’s love.
Scott smiled bitterly, refilling his glass and gulping it down in one go. His phone beside his left hand kept vibrating. He glanced at it sideways, then turned his head. He showed no intention of answering, just continuously drinking in silence.
Nina left the restaurant, ready to take a taxi home. There were no empty taxis nearby. Glancing at her phone, she noted that there were over thirty people waiting. It looked like she would have to wait for at least half an hour.
When she noticed Nash chasing after her, Nina did not stop, continuing in the direction of her home. Nash glanced around, not approaching to chase her. He knew at this time there were no taxis available here.
When the driver brought the car over, it followed behind Nina. Nash rolled down the car window and called out, “Get in, I’ll take you home!”
Nina did not turn back. “No need!”
But Nash insisted, “It only takes twenty minutes to drive from here to your place. It might take you an hour to walk!”
“I’ll take a taxi.”
“With so many people around here, how can you find a taxi? Don’t push yourself.”
“I don’t need you to worry!”
She was a bit moody, but Nash was not upset. On the contrary, he had plenty of patience.
He honked the horn once. People around could not help but glance over. Then he honked twice more.
“If you don’t get in, I’ll follow you, honking all the way,” Nash insisted.
Nina glanced back. Behind him, many cars were stuck. He kept honking, clearly not considering others’ feelings. He was drawing too much attention. Someone would surely take notice soon, and they would become the center of attention.
Reluctantly, Nina got into his car.
The car stopped below her apartment. Nina got out and headed upstairs without a word. Nash followed without hesitation.
When they reached her floor, Nash reminded her, “Aren’t you going in?”
Nina pursed her lips, then entered the elevator again. Nash followed suit.
“You’ve been living here for so long, and I haven’t seen it. It wouldn’t hurt to take a look,” Nash said to her.
Nina did not reply, silently hoping he would just take a quick look and leave.
Her apartment was on the eighth floor, not too high. The elevator arrived shortly. It was a studio apartment, not very big, but very clean. It was newly opened, and all the furniture inside was brand new. But compared to where Nash lived, this place definitely could not accommodate his stature. He was used to luxury from childhood, and he could never live in such a small place in his life. She hoped he would take just one glance and then leave in disdain.
Nina opened the door, but instead of going in, she stood at the doorway and said to him, “This is where I live. It’s small, but it has everything I need. You can see everything at a glance!”